Chapter 104: I Won’t Keep You Waiting Long

As Si Yao finished speaking, Xing Jue took a step forward and bowed his head slightly, collapsing onto Si Yao’s shoulder.

Si Yao felt a bit awkward under the burning gazes fixed upon her.

Especially the daughter of the White Boss, who kept staring at her, then at the drunken Xing Jue resting on her shoulder, then back at her, her lips trembling as if on the verge of tears.

Si Yao gently pushed Xing Jue away. Immediately, the fabric around her waist was pushed aside...

Shang Yunfeng shook his head, covered Shang Yurou with a silk scarf, turned off the central air conditioning, and returned to his own room.

At that point, there were only two paths before them: one was to persist with their existing circuit boards, continue developing their own games, and then work on new arcade boards.

Ye Chong was stunned. Weren’t these scrolls the very ones Princess Yuzhen had shown him in Furong Garden? How did they end up in Madam’s hands?

Judging by the situation, if they had no good solution, they were about to be frozen by the Snow Fox Immortal Sovereign. At that moment, it would truly be beyond hope.

“A dark force stronger than General Bitara... also the one who created the demon Cléa.” She trembled all over, the chill escaping from her chattering teeth.

Perhaps in social dealings, he was not as capable as the eldest brother; in reconnaissance, he fell short of the second brother... but among the five brothers, he was the best warrior. Regarding martial arts, he had his own understanding—that is, to defeat him meant he could become stronger.

Especially now, Ubisoft was not just a publishing company but also kept a close eye on popular games.

A radiant golden halo hovered behind him, slowly and heavily rotating. Pure beams of light radiated out, coating his powerful mechanical body with a layer of pure gold armor.

Karlni, the academic director of Xiniao Academy, felt troubled; the problem was thorny, and he scratched his head in frustration.

Ling Hao naturally saw what Ancestor Jiang was thinking, but due to his special background, he was not at liberty to explain much.

Because the mountain road from Cai County to Fanyi was treacherous, bringing warhorses would greatly slow the march. Therefore, Xiang Zhuang didn’t even bring his own black eagle horse, but the scout battalion’s hundreds of fine steeds were brought along as much as possible. This was entirely due to the nature of the scouts—if a scout had no warhorse, could he really be called a scout?

The immortal aura enveloped the entire White Horse Temple. The uncle’s domain had already formed around us, and astonishingly, it bypassed the keen senses of both Kong Jing and me. The entire White Horse Temple was shrouded within it, invisible and intangible.

“All right, you guys watch over this for me. I’m going to take a nap. I’ll come back to relieve you in the second half of the night!” The burly man, somewhat dizzy, stood up and staggered as he spoke to the others.

Zuo Shaoyang wrapped his sleeves around himself and peeked inside, instantly startled. There lay a frozen figure on the door panel, raggedly dressed, seemingly a beggar, eyes wide open, hands curled over the chest. Like an ice sculpture, utterly motionless. But from this posture, Zuo Shaoyang could be certain: this person was dead.

At the city wall of Jiangling, Gao Chu was inspecting the defenses accompanied by Zhong Limei, Ziche Shi, Bu Bi, Xu Jiang, and others.

At that moment, Sol and I immediately took off running. But what puzzled me was that although Zhou Yi had just awakened his pure vampire bloodline, from what I had seen of him fighting Han Moer De, he shouldn’t have been overwhelmed by the Black Egg in a single move.

Feeling the surrounding aura, Li Xuan finally smiled with satisfaction, sitting cross-legged. With a flick of his hand, he held the Beast Atlas. The mixed spatial and temporal laws of Jiang Lan’s realm were difficult to comprehend and quite taxing, but the Beast Atlas contained almost exclusively spatial rule energy, making it perfectly suited for his study.

In Hong Zhou’s words, we must emerge slowly, not all at once. If you rush out as if fleeing, and the Qing Navy comes to sweep us away, then we’re truly done for.